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Aisyah Aini<3
The people that really know you is when they look into your eyes and know what you're feeling - an unspoken understanding - especially if you're someone who doesn't like talking:D

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mylifein-genaral.blogspot.com
Thursday, August 16, 2007
You know what's sad ?
Me.
I went to the appointment bout my slightlyabnormal backbone, the doctor said I can't grow a lot, I don't know if he noticed but I am miserably short, seriously, I am 150cm.
So now what I'm gonna stay a freaking midget for the rest of my life, now people will look down on me, literally.
And I seriously doubt that by jumping everyday will help me grow. It's like I can grow taller but I cannot be tall. Get what I mean ?

And another thing, my mom is sucha cheapskate. Anything I ask for she would never give it. Ooohhhkayy, maybe not all the time, but most of the time, like 91% ?
My bag is like hanging by a few centimetres of torn leather, another cheap thing and my shoe, it's like a rat ate it, I look so poor, which my family's not. Then she said this: Nevermind, left a few months, hang in there. Anyway you're going to ITE, you don't bring much stuff to ITE.
Then I murmured something under my breath, if I said it out loud, I bet she wouldn't hear what I said she's a little deaf on her right ear.

On the train, I was arguing with her, bout her being late and all gave me a dumb excuse that she had things to do, yeah right. Talking on the phone for two hours that is. I need to get a job, if I don't get a job I think I have to put the things that I need, not want, on the waiting list.

Lately, Oliver.O has been nagging at us, bout whatever, I wasn't even listening to most of the things he said. But although there may be a possibility that I'm going to ITE, I want to prove to them that I can do it.
I talk to much, waaay to much, so I'm gonna stop now.


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